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At this moment, Tang San appeared incredibly elated.
"Yang Xiong, don't blame me for this. The Asura God and the Rakshasa God are naturally opposed to each other. If I don't eliminate you now, sooner or later, you'll come after me. This is the mission bestowed upon me by the previous Rakshasa God."
Yang Xiong's lips twitched: "The Rakshasa God, it seems I underestimated that woman. Perhaps all of this was orchestrated by her from behind the scenes."
Tang San replied: "According to the previous Rakshasa God, both the Asura God and the Rakshasa God are Gods of Slaughter. So why is the Rakshasa God only a 1st-Class God while the Asura God can be the God King of the God Realm? If I can't get rid of you, the Rakshasa God will forever remain beneath the Asura God. Therefore, no matter what, you must die."
Yang Xiong's expression shifted slightly: "Tang San, even though I'm injured now, do you really think you can handle me alone? Don't forget, from childhood until now, you've never beaten me once. What gives you the audacity to say such things?"
Tang San laughed: "Haha! In the past, I might not have been a match for you. Unfortunately, now you're too badly wounded. No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly defeat two gods."
As Tang San finished speaking, the entire Jialing Pass formation underwent a transformation. The undead legion, which had been under Bibi Dong's control, now turned their gazes toward Tang San, their eyes filled with reverence.
Suddenly, the undead legion unleashed their full power, as if offering up their bodies and souls in sacrifice. Energy surged skyward at an incredible speed, gradually forming a black shadow. All the energy rapidly flowed into Bibi Dong's body, making her appear as if she were about to explode.
Simultaneously, Tang San's body underwent a change. Countless dark blue silver grass sprouted from him, wrapping around the out-of-control Bibi Dong completely. These dark blue silver grass seemed to possess an extremely terrifying devouring ability.
Even as Bibi Dong let out ear-piercing roars, she appeared extremely unwilling—unwilling to be controlled by Tang San and unwilling to be slaughtered by him.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue became enraged. Despite her severe injuries, she ignored her wounds, gripping the Angelic Holy Sword and charging toward Bibi Dong, clearly intending to sever the dark blue silver grass binding her.
However, Tang San, wielding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, transformed into a black shadow and blocked Qian Renxue's path.
Bibi Dong, filled with unwillingness, transformed her lower body into a colossal Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, attempting one last desperate resistance.
Unfortunately, Bibi Dong's body was quickly enveloped by the dark blue silver grass. Even the eight massive pincers of the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor were completely wrapped. Moreover, the energy of the undead legion rushed into Bibi Dong's body at an alarming rate, restricting her movements.
Her once-powerful divine body now seemed utterly defenseless. Countless streams of energy merged with the dark blue silver grass and flowed into Tang San's body at an incredible speed.
In addition to enveloping Bibi Dong, the dark blue silver grass extended countless tendrils, spreading rapidly across the entire Jialing Pass battlefield. All corpses, except for those far from the battlefield, were devoured completely in an instant.
Even with her full strength, Qian Renxue couldn't overcome the black shadow that Tang San had become. After all, at this stage of the battle, Tang San was the only one who hadn't been injured and remained at the peak of his power.
Qian Renxue looked at Yang Xiong with immense frustration: "Yang Xiong, Tang San is in a critical state right now. This is our only chance to kill him. Otherwise, we won't stand a chance, and this world will ultimately fall under the rule of this evil god."
Yang Xiong paid no heed to Qian Renxue's words. He simply stared intently at Tang San, as if trying to discern the changes in his heart, wondering whether this Tang San before him matched the Tang San he remembered.
In truth, ever since knowing Tang San for so many years, Yang Xiong had always been wary of him. He feared Tang San's various opportunities, his innate talent, and especially the numerous Tang Sect techniques he had mastered from his past life.
Of all Tang San's advantages, the strongest wasn't the so-called immortal herbs or his dual martial souls—it was the Xuantian Technique. This was Tang San's true trump card and the foundation of his rapid rise.
But regardless of how wary Yang Xiong had been, there had never been any enmity or conflict between them. Their interactions had always been normal.
Now, Yang Xiong couldn't help but shake his head. He had ultimately misjudged Tang San. Tang San wasn't the gentlemanly figure portrayed in the original story. Perhaps this was the true embodiment of the Tang Sect's principles.
Yang Xiong seemed to sense something and turned around. Ning Rongrong, who had been far from the battlefield, now stood beside him.
Ning Rongrong gazed at Yang Xiong's injuries, her heart aching deeply.
"Little Bear, how are your wounds? Eat some sausages quickly to heal."
As Ning Rongrong handed Yang Xiong sausages, multiple beams of light from her Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda swiftly infused his body. Unfortunately, these lights disappeared like stones sinking into the ocean, having no apparent effect on Yang Xiong.
Yang Xiong shook his head: "Don't waste your energy. I know my condition well. Ordinary soul masters can no longer help me."
Ning Rongrong looked toward Tang San in the distance, her eyes filled with confusion: "Little Bear, how did Tang San become like this? When we studied together in the past, he wasn't like this."
Yang Xiong smiled: "Perhaps this is Tang San's true nature. We were all too weak back then, so none of us revealed our true selves—including myself."
Ning Rongrong quickly spoke: "Then what should we do now? It looks like Tang San will continue to grow stronger. Will you fight to the death? Haven't you thought about striking earlier?"
Yang Xiong shook his head: "I'm fine. Since this is Tang San's choice, perhaps I was wrong from the start. The Angel God and the Rakshasa God may indeed be fated enemies forever."
"From the looks of it, all of this was likely within the calculations of the previous Rakshasa God. Unfortunately, despite all his schemes, he overlooked one crucial detail—he underestimated my strength and overestimated Tang San's."
"Rongrong, go back for now. I'll handle this. You don't need to worry too much. You know my personality well."
Ning Rongrong observed Yang Xiong carefully, her eyes still filled with deep concern: "Little Bear, if I can't help you, let me stay by your side. Even if I die, I'll die with you."
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Compared to Yang Xiong's calm demeanor—or rather, in the eyes of others, Yang Xiong was merely quietly healing—Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's situation was far worse.
Bibi Dong's divine power was being rapidly devoured by the dark blue silver grass. Her once-perfect face began to show wrinkles, gradually aging before their eyes.
If this continued, Bibi Dong's demise would only be a matter of time.
As for Qian Renxue, seeing Bibi Dong's current state, she lost all semblance of her heavenly majesty and furiously attacked Tang San.
Unfortunately, in terms of combat strength, Tang San seemed to surpass Qian Renxue significantly. Especially since Qian Renxue had been ambushed, while Tang San's momentum continued to rise.
In just a few minutes, the entire Jialing Pass battlefield underwent a dramatic transformation. The undead legion, once under Bibi Dong's control, gradually turned to ash and dissipated. Their energy had been completely absorbed by Tang San's dark blue silver grass.
Bibi Dong now appeared utterly pitiful. The once-mighty Soul Devouring Spider Emperor no longer exuded its former power, resembling instead a very weak martial soul.
Bibi Dong's face was now covered in wrinkles, her once-black hair entirely turned snow-white. Her soul power had vanished without a trace, making her look like a frail, elderly woman.
When Tang San retracted the dark blue silver grass, Bibi Dong was left with only her final breath, plummeting from the sky.
Qian Renxue quickly caught her, her eyes filled with regret—regret for lacking the strength to save Bibi Dong and perhaps regret for their past conflicts.
Bibi Dong, on the verge of death, gazed at Qian Renxue with her remaining strength, struggling to lift her hand to caress Qian Renxue's face. Unfortunately, she no longer had any strength left.
Qian Renxue hurriedly grasped Bibi Dong's hand, tears welling up in her eyes: "Don't like this. No matter how much you hate me, I don't want you to die. You're the only family I have left in this world."
With her last ounce of strength, Bibi Dong stared intently at Qian Renxue: "I'm sorry, Xue'er. I wasn't a good mother. You must live on, no matter what."
With that, Bibi Dong's arm fell limp, her body devoid of any trace of life.
Bibi Dong, the founder of the Spirit Hall Empire and its first emperor, had just broken through to the 100th level and ascended to godhood—but now, she had fallen. And her death was tragically pathetic.
All the people of the Spirit Hall Empire, witnessing Bibi Dong's demise, appeared utterly disheartened. She had been their supreme emperor, the faith of countless individuals. But now, she was gone, seemingly heralding the decline of the Spirit Hall Empire.
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Compared to Bibi Dong's fall, Tang San's momentum was surging. His presence loomed larger than ever, his black aura resembling the descent of an apocalypse, his murderous intent instilling fear in all who beheld it.
Tang San finally turned to Yang Xiong: "Yang Xiong, you still maintain that lofty demeanor. I didn't expect you to refrain from attacking me earlier. Now, you have no chance of defeating me."
"Now I am the true Rakshasa God. With the energy of the Godslayer Formation and Bibi Dong, my power will reach unprecedented heights. Even in the divine realm, no one will dare to underestimate me."
Yang Xiong smirked: "Tang San, since you harbor such hostility toward me, only one of us can survive today."
"Unfortunately, neither you nor the previous Rakshasa God realized my true strength—or my hidden trump card."
Tang San roared furiously: "I don't care what trump cards you have. Today, it's either you or me. Only one of us can survive. I will defeat you, and I will become the ruler of this world!"
Yang Xiong's eyes revealed a hint of disdain: "You're wrong. As long as you die, I will definitely live."
After speaking, Yang Xiong's aura skyrocketed instantly. His body was enveloped in a powerful life force, and deep blue flames emerged from within him. Incredibly, his injuries and the poison affecting him disappeared at an astonishing speed. Even the residual energies of the Rakshasa God and the Angel God on his wounds dissipated rapidly.
When everyone looked at Yang Xiong again, he no longer appeared injured in the slightest.
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